Chosen By The Moon

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Victoria POV.

My dad! My dad's hitched breath sounded through the phone, and with it, my eyes began to water uncontrollably. He was alive! He really was alive.

"Daddy... Dad, are you alright?" He couldn't speak! Every single time I heard him open his mouth to utter the words that rested on the tip of his tongue, his voice would seemingly get caught in his throat, causing nothing but stuttering to come out. "Dad"?!

"Victoria?" His voice was breathy; you could clearly tell that he, too, was fighting the urge to break down. It had been over three years since I'd seen or heard from this man and since he had heard from me. It was a moment I had built up in my head until I realized that he was probably dead. I couldn't believe that we were both now freely able to speak to each other. "Oh my god. Victoria, I love you so much. I've missed you; every single day, I would think about you. How are you? Are you happy? Are you safe?!"

"I'm alright. I'm... I'm happy, Dadd!" I really was, but I wasn't entirely sure how to tell him about my mate. As far as I knew, he wasn't happier with his own pairing.

"Thank god..." I heard him sigh deeply while a few sniffles left me. It was so surreal, actually being able to speak and to hear his voice after so long. I loved my dad, and I really hadn't had the time to realize just how much I missed him. "What about your safety? Is your location still unknown? There's been a few concerning reports."

"The safe haven isn't known to anyone yet; however, after Lewis and Dylan closed the borders, I think it's fairly obvious where the rebellion is located." My voice held a slight sustain when mentioning Dylan; I was actually quite jealous of her.

She held command and respect,

none of which she had to fight for, and people naturally rallied around her without effort. I had to work hard for a year for people to start taking me and my decisions seriously, and even still, I would be questioned at I

every turn. If Dylan says jump, everyone seems to shout-out a reply of 'how fucking high'? No one questioned why they would jump; they'd just automatically do it. It was

infuriating.

"Wait, the beta is there with you too?" I nodded my head at my estranged father's words, then sighed, realizing he couldn't see my actions through the cell phone.

"Well yeah... his cousin helped to establish the rebellion in the first place, and his parents were aiding us in keeping the location secure. Once beta Lewis realized how bad things were, he joined us straight away. I was still shocked to find out that Royal Beta Lewis was Elias's son, but it made a lot of sense after hearing the Betas story when he first came to reside with us, and it took Dylan to make the guy see sense.

"That explains how you were able to set up a cellular connection with me." If that's what he wants to think, then I don't mind. I wasn't about to tell him that it was Dylan who, as usual, sorted everything. "Are you happy?"

"What's happening with you? They told me you've been marked?!..." I finally asked as I thought about that man, the one that Dylan shot, the shouts and screams that came from him as his body attempted to morph into something completely unnatural to him. My dad's silence told me everything I needed to know: the news of his force marking was indeed true. "Daddy, I've only just found out you're actually alive; I can't go through that again."

"Niña, I'll be ok. I've been through much worse than this in my time. I survived your mother, after all; that amazing lady was stubborn as hell." Tears began to build in my eyes as I thought about my mom; I hadn't seen her in 5 years either.